Damian Demon Novels & Stories

Ya, that is me… I call for Lilith, “Please stand with her for a moment; I just need a minute.” It is with reluctant hands that I pull away from her and step away and go inside. Shortly behind me is Azron that closes the door behind him. Then he softly speaks, “She will make it. You just need to be stronger.” I look at him, trying my best not to snap, “You know all about love, don’t you?” He only but smirks at me, “Damien, come on. I am a demon, and you know that we don’t stay faithful. I think you are the only unlucky one that had your ass fallen in love.”

“Let her in. She’s my friend.” Aiden hesitated and looked at Damian. “Do as she says,” Damian said, his voice cold. “Yes, sir,” Aiden replied before excusing himself. Damian adjusted in his seat, trying to compose himself. Seeing this, Jackson smirked. Damian frowned when his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket. It was Demon calling. He stood, expecting good news. “I hope you have good news for me, Demon. Have you caught him?” Damian asked, moving away from them and standing near the window. “Tell me?”

they replied in unison. " That will be all for now" said Damian. They stood up and left the office. He stood up and started pacing the office immediately they left. He was angry because the day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of their lives was turned into a blood bath. He lost fifteen of his warriors and now his mate was unconscious. He will find a way to defeat the demon king. That was a promise he will keep even if it costs him his life. **** It was late at night when he finished his meetings. His mother left few minutes after he entered. Damian stripped out of his clothes and went to take a shower. He came back when he was done and sat down on the bed.

Damian wraps his arms around me in a protective embrace. ‘I’ll tell you about it later.’ I link him, just in case they can hear us. “Let’s get going, babe, the honeymoon suite awaits!” I pipe up overly cheerfully. In hopes that if anyone does hear that we won’t seem too suspicious. Once we are safely on the highway and turning onto a stretch heading further north and I see the bus heading to the ramp taking them to the south I take a deep breath before relaying what I heard to Damian. Damian chuckles at being referred to as the angry demonic mutt. “They have no idea.” He growls. “If they even try to hurt you I will shred them all without a second thought, then they will see my dark side, th

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

I asked. The demon nodded and approached the border of the pentagram. "With your mother..." he said, his eyes ice-blue, cold, mocking. "That blonde girl?" he looked at Martha. "Yes. I was a bit too much for her in my true form." "Motes of Darkness probably didn't help either," I agreed. The demon smiled at me again. "So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?"

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Casey pulls me from my thoughts though and drags me down to the tree line. “Ember, Damian may not completely be a demon.” He says. I cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” I asked. “He made it to Royalty class level no problem but he’s not Lucifer, Belphegor, Asmodous or any of the seven deadly sins. But I sense that I’m missing something!” “What do you need from him?” I asked. “Well I need a sample from him and since his stamina is stupidly high and he can take on anything from being crushed by a planet, I need a… you know?” Casey awkwardly puts a hand behind his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Don’t get sentimental on me, Blackwood. I might start to think you like having me around.” Before Ethan could respond, a frantic voice crackled over the comms. **** Damian had sworn to himself, to anyone who bothered listening, that he wasn’t going to help. He’d said it loudly enough for half the warriors to hear: “I’m only here to watch the Almighty Alpha Blackwood burn the world down. I'm not here to fight.” And yet…Here he was doing the unthinkable. He moved with the quiet precision of someone who has spent his life pretending not to care. Slipping away from the training grounds, he made a single call through one of his many shadow channels, informants and trackers he never publicly ackn

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.